Without the grot a various sylvan scene
Appear'd around, and groves of living green;
Poplars and alders ever quivering play'd,
And nodding cypress form'd a fragrant shade:
On whose high branches, waving with the storm,
The birds of broadest wing their form,--
The chough, the sea-mew, the loquacious crow,--
and scream aloft, and skim the deeps below.
Appear'd around, and groves of living green;
Poplars and alders ever quivering play'd,
And nodding cypress form'd a fragrant shade:
On whose high branches, waving with the storm,
The birds of broadest wing their form,--
The chough, the sea-mew, the loquacious crow,--
and scream aloft, and skim the deeps below.
Odyssey - Pope
